Tria-thalon

A few months ago, my friends and I were sipping wine and/or beer and eating cheese at Biba (which is now Tria Wine Room). It was relatively soon after I'd gotten my job and I was pondering over what I wanted to do as my last weekend in Philly celebration. I thought it would be cool to go to each Tria for one (or two) drinks and make my way across the city. An idea was born... and a name was bestowed: The Tria-thalon. Joel (husband of Erica, who discovered Tria in the first place) came up with the name and deserves all the credit, but I'm doing a lot of the advertising, so maybe we can share the glory. The Tria-thalon occurred last night, and I tweeted about it. I have tweeted about five times in two years, and last night was 50% of that. Tria retweeted, and Foobooz replied. Foobooz. My favoritest Philly food blog. (Look to the right). Nothing could have made my last weekend in Philly better after spending a great evening with friends at my favorite places. And getting some Twitter action. The rest of the weekend plans are a total wash due to Hurricane Irene, but I'm okay with that. Let it be known, if you ever go to Tria, and they're having any sort of event or special with the name Tria-thalon that you heard about it here first.

Heartbreak City

Today was the first day of moving-related tears, unrelated to a reaction to dust rising from the unbelievable amount of crap I have accumulated over three years in Philly. Just regular old heartbreak tears, as I stood in the middle of a boutique home goods store in Midtown Village staring at coasters of Philly scenes. As excited as I am for my move, I am so so so sad to leave this city. So there we go. No funny posts today, or baking posts (Pantry Baking #3 was oatmeal chocolate chip coconut cookies in case you're curious), or photo posts (those went directly to Craigslist), or ridiculous things that happened to me posts. Just a sad and bittersweet post. I got some wine at Tria with my friend who found Tria in the first place, and some gelato at Capogiro to make myself feel better.

Barthelona

I just came back from a wine tasting class at the Tria Fermentation School. I learned a lot about Spanish white wines (and two ciders and a red wine), was good at tasting instead of drinking (a honed skill), and ate some delicious snacks. Above and beyond that though, I had a heartbreaking feeling of sadness and/or regret when I wasn't distracted by the dreamy wine guy instructor. Tria is one of the places I will miss most (and intimately intertwined the friends with whom I have spent time there). I was sad because Tria is unique and does not exist outside of Philadelphia (although I'm sure approximations are floating around) and regretful because I should have attended classes earlier. They are GREAT! Such fun and knowledgeable winos. So, my public service announcement: Tempus fugit! Carpe diem! Seize the day! (I got my Latin confused and it only seems fair I should not fool you and pretend I said carpe diem first, and tempus fugit isn't totally off base). Do the things you keep putting off until later, because you never know when you might have to move to Cincinnati and change all your plans.

I recommend:
Txakoli Bizkaiko, Gurrutxaga '10
Txakoli Getariako, Ameztoi, '10
Rebisaca, Do Ferreiro, '09
Albarino, Do Ferreiro, '09
Godello, A Coroa, '10
Txakoli Tinto Bizkaiko, Gorrondona, '09

P.S. I am still homeless in Cincinnati! Someone find me a damn house/condo/apartment!